Submissions by princeluteia (Luteia)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have competed at a provincial level for slam poetry and I enjoy writing poetry about all sorts of things. I am also fictionkind as well as generally alterhuman, and I don't intend on shutting up about it anytime soon. It greatly influences my work.
DARK POEM
Published
21st Aug 2018 5:24am
21st Aug 2018 5:24am
the king of decay.
haven't you seen?
haven't you heard?
skin melts and drips off flesh like candle wax and leaves no tracks to follow.
laughter, such laughter, silent and rotten as tears of skin fall down, no glimmer or sparkle but the sludge like misery. eyes shut closed and when they open they squeak, the oil of blood long since lost in a mind full of nothing but a choice- on or off.
or perhaps, both.
can you make a spine out of chain, lace your ribs with carborateur fluid? another boy might have grown blossoms on his face, but that is not the place, not the story, for a...
haven't you heard?
skin melts and drips off flesh like candle wax and leaves no tracks to follow.
laughter, such laughter, silent and rotten as tears of skin fall down, no glimmer or sparkle but the sludge like misery. eyes shut closed and when they open they squeak, the oil of blood long since lost in a mind full of nothing but a choice- on or off.
or perhaps, both.
can you make a spine out of chain, lace your ribs with carborateur fluid? another boy might have grown blossoms on his face, but that is not the place, not the story, for a...
#dark
#magic
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Aug 2018 8:55pm
20th Aug 2018 8:55pm
soulbinding? soulbinding.
The time draws near to cross over.
The skies concentrated, passing reasons for a voice.
Waiting and wondering where they wandered to.
I close my eyes,
and a new voice soon resounds.
The skies concentrated, passing reasons for a voice.
Waiting and wondering where they wandered to.
I close my eyes,
and a new voice soon resounds.
#spiritual
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Aug 2018 8:55pm
20th Aug 2018 8:55pm
soulbound? soulbound.
lonely, distant, cold
homesick.
those are the feelings that tell me
that I am here again.
it isn't dysphoria but this body is not mine
seconds ago I flew
and now I hide, while you take my place
waiting for you
to find him here.
your body and life is so foreign to me
why a spark plug on your desk?
why an empty candle holder on its side?
there are all these questions that I mean to ask
but you remain silent, able to fly in my world
homesick.
those are the feelings that tell me
that I am here again.
it isn't dysphoria but this body is not mine
seconds ago I flew
and now I hide, while you take my place
waiting for you
to find him here.
your body and life is so foreign to me
why a spark plug on your desk?
why an empty candle holder on its side?
there are all these questions that I mean to ask
but you remain silent, able to fly in my world
#spiritual
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Aug 2018 4:09am
20th Aug 2018 4:09am
still the horsemen may come
The weight of a phantom horn
is more than forgetting it isn't there.
the rain comes soon, it can tell
so the horsemen may come,
one, two, three, four.
This horn is what speaks when I say,
"no, you don't want to talk to her now."
"trust me on this. that other path is dangerous."
its hard to know exactly what it tells
still the horsemen may come,
one, two, three, four.
Guidance in a sense that isn't there
surely, it must be followed at all costs
even if the web is tangled
and not a single piece fits into the...
is more than forgetting it isn't there.
the rain comes soon, it can tell
so the horsemen may come,
one, two, three, four.
This horn is what speaks when I say,
"no, you don't want to talk to her now."
"trust me on this. that other path is dangerous."
its hard to know exactly what it tells
still the horsemen may come,
one, two, three, four.
Guidance in a sense that isn't there
surely, it must be followed at all costs
even if the web is tangled
and not a single piece fits into the...
#politics
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Aug 2018 4:09am
20th Aug 2018 4:09am
watchful in the streets
as each person
passes me i obtain
another piece of memory
to put in my velvet case
i will never know
any name but
i will hold one
just one memory of theirs
a lover's kiss
a dying world
a passing thought
a long-forgotten promise
and i will stitch
together all these pieces
from there my quilt
will tell every story
passes me i obtain
another piece of memory
to put in my velvet case
i will never know
any name but
i will hold one
just one memory of theirs
a lover's kiss
a dying world
a passing thought
a long-forgotten promise
and i will stitch
together all these pieces
from there my quilt
will tell every story
#dreams
#magic
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STORY POEM
Published
19th Aug 2018 4:56am
19th Aug 2018 4:56am
do not be blind to beauty, even if it is unconventional.
how anything were to say
that it was set down there
to quietly bloom
where not a soul could see
in a city of murk and rain
beauty is found in joy and life
blue and gray have always mixed
but yet, green and yellow are seldom found.
an indoor garden was the best she could do.
she locked herself away to tend to it.
from her fingertips ideas spread and began to grow
but few saw anything but electric light.
she holds the blossom dear to her
whispering long forgotten words
it's a violet one, with saw-edged...
that it was set down there
to quietly bloom
where not a soul could see
in a city of murk and rain
beauty is found in joy and life
blue and gray have always mixed
but yet, green and yellow are seldom found.
an indoor garden was the best she could do.
she locked herself away to tend to it.
from her fingertips ideas spread and began to grow
but few saw anything but electric light.
she holds the blossom dear to her
whispering long forgotten words
it's a violet one, with saw-edged...
#beauty
#rain
#magic
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Aug 2018 1:45am
18th Aug 2018 1:45am
devil's pleasure.
once upon a time, a girl sang a song
and that song was rife with pain
but all she wanted all along
was for someone to hear her through the rain
years later a devil heard a song of agony
and he wondered who sang in pouring weather
though he found nothing but quiet apathy
from a child who could not undo her tether.
she found herself again with a devil by her side
and laughed when they said she was queen of hell.
hell to her was paradise, but she knew her devil had lied
The world found him dead by chime of the church's bell. ...
and that song was rife with pain
but all she wanted all along
was for someone to hear her through the rain
years later a devil heard a song of agony
and he wondered who sang in pouring weather
though he found nothing but quiet apathy
from a child who could not undo her tether.
she found herself again with a devil by her side
and laughed when they said she was queen of hell.
hell to her was paradise, but she knew her devil had lied
The world found him dead by chime of the church's bell. ...
#breakup
#magic
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Aug 2018 1:45am
18th Aug 2018 1:45am
goodnight goodbye it's all the same
though i am your goodnight but not your goodbye
when there's no alcohol left in the bottle and the fire's turned to cinders
the rope's been tied but there's glass on the floor
like you can feel nobody's been here before
i am your everything and you are nothing to me
and all the world has come to listen but never to see
everyone can think but they never can hear
as the fire keeps going keeps hunting the fear
you say i am good i am sweet that i will be okay
but in the end you heard the tale i told
and it never went to heart, those...
when there's no alcohol left in the bottle and the fire's turned to cinders
the rope's been tied but there's glass on the floor
like you can feel nobody's been here before
i am your everything and you are nothing to me
and all the world has come to listen but never to see
everyone can think but they never can hear
as the fire keeps going keeps hunting the fear
you say i am good i am sweet that i will be okay
but in the end you heard the tale i told
and it never went to heart, those...
#boyfriend
#suicide
#MentalHealth
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Aug 2018 4:36am
17th Aug 2018 4:36am
quiet dreams, broken thoughts.
I am terrible, I am ugly, I am stupid.
Repetition, repetition; forced, choked attempts.
I am okay. I am beautiful. I am smart.
I am a blessing.
No, I'm not.
Yes, I am.
....
I have to keep going.
Repetition, repetition; forced, choked attempts.
I am okay. I am beautiful. I am smart.
I am a blessing.
No, I'm not.
Yes, I am.
....
I have to keep going.
#MentalHealth
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STORY POEM
Published
17th Aug 2018 4:36am
17th Aug 2018 4:36am
signs of magic in the air
ichor is the aureate liquid
that seeps through godly veins
and never drips to mortal earth
greatness is the shine in the moon
telling of heroes forever restless in the hunt
there may yet come a day when they shall die
chance is the leaf that falls to mortal earth
with the flighty breeze it brings a melody
speaking a language long forgotten
power is the wayward song
hidden by the distrustful shadows
sing your shrieks, and it might listen.
that seeps through godly veins
and never drips to mortal earth
greatness is the shine in the moon
telling of heroes forever restless in the hunt
there may yet come a day when they shall die
chance is the leaf that falls to mortal earth
with the flighty breeze it brings a melody
speaking a language long forgotten
power is the wayward song
hidden by the distrustful shadows
sing your shrieks, and it might listen.
#magic
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STORY POEM
Published
16th Aug 2018 4:16am
16th Aug 2018 4:16am
winds from another world
a prayer on my lips
a lament on yours
even a lullaby on the wind-
sings the song of prowess.
i wonder if you're listening
out there, on that freeway
and all the things i want to say
won't be carried by solar winds.
o heaven, o hell, o purgatory,
carry the call and the letter of pain
carry the agony to and from that road
and tell the sleeping stars;
tell them of everything we've done.
a lament on yours
even a lullaby on the wind-
sings the song of prowess.
i wonder if you're listening
out there, on that freeway
and all the things i want to say
won't be carried by solar winds.
o heaven, o hell, o purgatory,
carry the call and the letter of pain
carry the agony to and from that road
and tell the sleeping stars;
tell them of everything we've done.
#spiritual
#magic
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STORY POEM
Published
16th Aug 2018 4:16am
16th Aug 2018 4:16am
the days of the magic kingdom.
Did some part of you still scream for the wild?
Amongst all the city smoke and pungent smell
Every road a grid; in the quiet repetition of civilization
and in all of that you never woke up
never saw what really was?
Some part of you surely still could scream for the hunt
Down in the underbrush and the poison white lilies
As you raced against time and law for the scent of blood
carbon decay binding the plants to the metal hulls
as if you were a shell of yourself: still living, somehow.
Did some part of you still scream for the...
Amongst all the city smoke and pungent smell
Every road a grid; in the quiet repetition of civilization
and in all of that you never woke up
never saw what really was?
Some part of you surely still could scream for the hunt
Down in the underbrush and the poison white lilies
As you raced against time and law for the scent of blood
carbon decay binding the plants to the metal hulls
as if you were a shell of yourself: still living, somehow.
Did some part of you still scream for the...
#city
#forest
#magic
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